I didn't expect that there would be sandstorms in this world, Hua Mian couldn't help sighing, it seems that environmental problems also exist in other worlds, but looking at Xiao Cui's exaggerated expression, most of them were mixed with some strange information when she heard about it.

As a result, just a few hours after Hua Mian thought about nothing, the time was still early, and the normal calculation was about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and it would not be dark at this point in summer, but the gloomy feeling in front of me was extraordinarily abnormal.

"Is it going to rain?" Hua Mian stretched out her hand and felt that the air was dry, and there was no trace of water.

"If it rains, won't we be able to set up a tent?" Every time they set up camp, the work of setting up a tent in the kitchen would fall on the heads of Cui and Jin, and if it rained, their work would be greatly affected.

"It shouldn't rain, I can't feel a little moisture," Hua Mian retracted her hand and rubbed her fingers.

Xiao Cui was still a little worried: "That shouldn't affect us to build a tent", said and poked his head out to look at the convoy, their own cars were still relatively calm, but the convoy on the Beilin side was obviously still shouting.

"What's wrong? What's going on out there? Hua Mian also sensed that something was wrong, and looked out of the window on the other side.

The Beilin carriage mixed in the convoy was obviously a little flustered, and he didn't care about the order of driving, and the carriage on their side that followed Huamian also began to move uncontrollably, what was wrong with the car? Obviously, the car doesn't move on its own, and the driver is a person with excellent driving skills, so the problem is ......

"Horses! The horses are shocked", and suddenly Xiaocui shouted.

Hua Mian also noticed that not only the horses on her side, but even the horses of the Beilin convoy began to pace and neigh uneasily, this scene was like some birds of prey staring at them around them, and the horses of the carriage that Hua Mian was riding in were spewing rough air from their noses after neighing, and the white snort was reflected in the gradually darkening surroundings, which was indescribably weird.

The carriages were lit up, and after the orange lamps were lit, Huamian noticed that the wind was blowing, and the lights reflected the flags hanging on the carriages fluttering in the wind, and the surroundings became darker and darker.

"What's going on?" , Hua Mian asked a soldier of the Xuanjia Army next to the carriage.

The soldier who was stopped by Hua Mian was about to leave for Sikong Yue's carriage when he heard the shouting, and when he turned around, he saw that it was the chef of His Highness Eleventh who was asking, and he left in a hurry and replied hurriedly: "It's a black sandstorm!" The Black Sandstorm is coming! After saying that, he rode his horse to the convoy ahead.

Except for the Beilin Mission and the people of the Xuanjia Army, everyone else is in a state of confusion about the current situation, just the dark and the wind can make them have such a big reaction, haven't the people of Beilin ever seen the wind?

"Panicked, without a bit of calmness," said the official who was in the same car with Master Zhu as he looked outside.

"Look... It doesn't look good", with Lord Zhu's understanding of Beilin to make them show such a panicked state, there must be a rather serious incident.

"What? Black Sandstorm?! Sikong Yue was dozing off, and was awakened by the sudden vibration of the carriage, and when he opened the curtain first, he was immediately shocked by the scene outside.